Italy is mine

Little artwork by me, illustrating the poem Soldati (Soldiers, 1918) written by the great Italian modernist poet Giuseppe Ungaretti (1888-1970). I had the chance to start reading poems at a very early age, long before studying them at school, and I wrote my very first poem when I was eight. To me, Poetry carries every Life's Mysteries and it is like Oxygen: I could never imagine a World without Poetry, without Dead and Living Poets to read and to listen to and without Passi

Yesterday Alcatraz was very calm because of the strike ("la grève, ce luxe bourgeois", as I often say, and I hope I will have the time to explain why in the next weeks) but during the last hour two girls were scared by an insect on their table: I told the girls to calm down, because there was no danger at all (99% of bugs are not harmful and they fear humans) and that they just should move to another table, while I would guide the insect outside through the window. I helped t

This lovely and very shy cat is not easy to be seen because of the noisy crowd of pupils and students, but this morning (even if I am free from courses on Monday this year) I had to go to school today - I met him or her again: I was so happy because of this unexpected meeting that I felt that it would have been a good day from the start. I zoomed a lot for taking the picture below because I did not want to scare the White Cat by approaching him (or her) too near. This lovely